Arkadian - Not Close Enough
Nov. 21st, 2011 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nothingtoregretRating: PG
Word Count: 554
Summary: Arkadiy squares off against an old enemy.
Notes: Originally written on the 7th October 2008 as a NaNoWriMo prompt.
The bullet whistles through the air, clipping my ear as it goes, and proves to be the distraction that he was intending; my aim went wild and my own shot embeds itself in the wall by his head. His laugh drifts across the wide room, not even making a subtle attempt to be mocking. “Close, but not close enough! I thought you were supposed to be the ace shot, Captain Olenov!”
If air had a colour, the one surrounding my head would be blue. I try to fire another shot at him, but the empty clicks that sink your soul are all that come from my gun.
Havoc laughs again and if it wasn’t for the distance between us, I would have gladly beaten him to death with the now useless weapon. “Come on, Captain. You can try harder, surely.”
He ducks just in time as I fling the gun at him. Had he not ducked, it would have been the perfect shot, right between the eyes, but I shouldn’t have let my frustration get to me. I’m defenceless now and he knows it. He vaults over the railing and drops the distance to my level with apparent ease, making a great show of sauntering towards me whilst behind my eyes flash all the mental images of what I’d like to do to that smug face - and can’t, because he’s still armed, and I’ve just thrown away my only weapon. Smart move there, Arkadiy.
“Come on, ’Kadiy,” he repeats, holding up both hands at head height, one still gripping his own sleek grey pistol. “This isn’t the way to treat a friend.”
“Friend be damned,” I growl beneath my breath, and he cocks his head to one side like an attentive dog, making a gesture with his free hand that invites me to repeat it; I don’t need words to repeat it. One finger does the job perfectly well.
He grins more widely now, the cat who’s got the upper hand, to mix metaphors. “Don’t you trust me, ’Kadiy? All this time we spent together and now you think that I’m the bad guy?” With eyes half-closed, he shakes his head as he chuckles.
He’s also not expecting 130lbs of ex-soldier to cannon into him, knocking him to the ground. The air leaves him in a whoof and for a second I can see shock and fear in those purple eyes.
It doesn’t last long enough to be useful. The gun comes up and it’s pressed to the side of my head and all I can see is his sudden wide smirk. “You were close, Arkadiy. You are close. Close enough.” From the corner of my eye I can see his finger tighten on the trigger and for a second all I can hear is a sound like the universe ending as the world suddenly goes red, then black.
When I stumble from the training module, my bare synthiskin feet almost slipping on the polished wood, it’s with a pounding headache and the sound of blood rushing around my head in search of the nonexistent damage and entry point. And there’s that dreadful sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If I lose it like that when I do face him, I’m screwed. It’s close, I’m close, but really not close enough.
Word Count: 554
Summary: Arkadiy squares off against an old enemy.
Notes: Originally written on the 7th October 2008 as a NaNoWriMo prompt.
The bullet whistles through the air, clipping my ear as it goes, and proves to be the distraction that he was intending; my aim went wild and my own shot embeds itself in the wall by his head. His laugh drifts across the wide room, not even making a subtle attempt to be mocking. “Close, but not close enough! I thought you were supposed to be the ace shot, Captain Olenov!”
If air had a colour, the one surrounding my head would be blue. I try to fire another shot at him, but the empty clicks that sink your soul are all that come from my gun.
Havoc laughs again and if it wasn’t for the distance between us, I would have gladly beaten him to death with the now useless weapon. “Come on, Captain. You can try harder, surely.”
He ducks just in time as I fling the gun at him. Had he not ducked, it would have been the perfect shot, right between the eyes, but I shouldn’t have let my frustration get to me. I’m defenceless now and he knows it. He vaults over the railing and drops the distance to my level with apparent ease, making a great show of sauntering towards me whilst behind my eyes flash all the mental images of what I’d like to do to that smug face - and can’t, because he’s still armed, and I’ve just thrown away my only weapon. Smart move there, Arkadiy.
“Come on, ’Kadiy,” he repeats, holding up both hands at head height, one still gripping his own sleek grey pistol. “This isn’t the way to treat a friend.”
“Friend be damned,” I growl beneath my breath, and he cocks his head to one side like an attentive dog, making a gesture with his free hand that invites me to repeat it; I don’t need words to repeat it. One finger does the job perfectly well.
He grins more widely now, the cat who’s got the upper hand, to mix metaphors. “Don’t you trust me, ’Kadiy? All this time we spent together and now you think that I’m the bad guy?” With eyes half-closed, he shakes his head as he chuckles.
He’s also not expecting 130lbs of ex-soldier to cannon into him, knocking him to the ground. The air leaves him in a whoof and for a second I can see shock and fear in those purple eyes.
It doesn’t last long enough to be useful. The gun comes up and it’s pressed to the side of my head and all I can see is his sudden wide smirk. “You were close, Arkadiy. You are close. Close enough.” From the corner of my eye I can see his finger tighten on the trigger and for a second all I can hear is a sound like the universe ending as the world suddenly goes red, then black.
When I stumble from the training module, my bare synthiskin feet almost slipping on the polished wood, it’s with a pounding headache and the sound of blood rushing around my head in search of the nonexistent damage and entry point. And there’s that dreadful sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If I lose it like that when I do face him, I’m screwed. It’s close, I’m close, but really not close enough.
